WATER VASE
Half Empty In Mid August
Your ends have met
With the satisfaction
That leaves one a
Sigh short of complaint
A comma short of rebuttal
Your flower vase
wasn’t empty last summer
You are learning
That a lover cannot leave enough
compliments to outlast his absence
This will be another morning
void of the assurance
That met his watch
by the nightstand
His robe hanging from
the door of the washroom.